All Chapters of Lancelot's Secret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

 Vermont looked at Nathan still confused and asked,” You want to know the real reason that has been going on so far in this place? I mean, I can tell you what else I have found out so far.”“Of course. I want to hear it,” said Nathan as he focused back on Vermont with a serious expression.“She picked me out of the list of private detectives because she liked, Eyes Only.. Don’t ask me why. I still have no clue about that. The mission was to locate the murderer of her sisters. She thinks that with her brother being implicated in the murder of these two women as well is in some kind of danger. I was not supposed to break the code and inform him about anything but I had to break the code and for that I am not going to take away the money that she is paying me,” said Vermont.“What else did she tell you? I mean, this is a ruse that the

 Susan had dropped to her knees to explore the tunnel. When she risked shining her more powerful torch into the darkness the beam faded into blackness a few yards ahead. The tunnel must be endless. She just had entered the tunnel when the metal buckle on the top of her backpack scarped against the top of the tunnel. She was worried about the noise and hauled the pack off her back and dragged it along by the handle. It was not long before the pressure of the unknown crept in her mind. She gritted her teeth determined to discover the reason for the tunnel.The tunnel continued its gradual descent. Soon she would be deep under the Black Gorse Moor. And it was definitely not a pleasant thought. She was also worried that someone might have noticed that the lid of the tunnel had been removed. Since she had no partner this time and was doing this all by herself, her back was completely exposed and she might be attacked without being a

 The man who had brought Susan here to rape her and kill her was choking. His hands which might have been used to otherwise beat her body into submission flew up to his throat in panic and thinking that he was dying. And he was not wrong to think so. His fingers were desperately trying to insert themselves under the metal links of the chain but they had been buried too tightly. Coldly, Susan watched him fighting for his breath which could not enter the windpipe. She felt his feet and legs hammering on the bed. He opened his mouth but no words emerged. She pulled the chain a fraction tighter and his face was changing colour. The hammering of the legs and the feet ceased. His hands which had been clawing at the chain, fell to his sides. He was very still.Susan still held on. To be sure. His body had slumped, lifeless on hers.She eased herself from beneath him after lifting the chain. She rubbed her hand

 As he looked at Lancelot who was now staring outside the window and not paying attention to him he reached down for the slim executive case he always carried with him. For the first time he extracted the photographs of that Victor had produced after building up the faces of the two women whose faces were disfigured. These were the faces of the two women in London. Faces he pushed down over the table.“Can you tell me who these two people are?”Lancelot turned them over, stared at the photos. His face turned ashen and his eyes went blank for the time being. For a moment he slumped in his chair and then made an effort and straightened up again. He gazed at Nathan with his almond eyes glazed. He tapped at one photo and then the other.“This is Elizabeth and this is Penelope, two of my missing sisters. When were these pictures taken?”

 Both the men ate in silence, which suited Nathan, so he could enjoy a first class excellent dinner. He waited until they were sipping first class claret before he put the question.“I had wondered if Neville Guise might be another guest,” said Nathan gently.“Told me that he was going to race back in London. That the countryside bored him. Typical view of an average Londoner,” replied Lord Billington.“You like him? He seems to have achieved a lot,” said Nathan.“Like so many London businessmen he is nothing more than a crook. But in business you have to deal with all types.”“I know a number of businessmen who are thoroughly trustworthy,” Nathan corrected him.“Then don’t count Neville amongst them, for he doesn’t clearly have